Archives for April 2008
The third day. Woke up early again. We wanted to start with the Coliseum and we realised it was just a stone's throw from the hotel! We also noticed a gay bar just besides! So we did the Coliseum (with the audio guide), then the whole Roman Forum (it's crazy when you think of how ancient it is!), we kept going with the Capitolium, the Pantheon, the great Museum of the Capitolium (this is there we could see the wolf from the funding myth of Rome, and the remains of... THE TEMPLE OF JUPITER!!!), Piazza Navone (a wonderful church and loads of thieves too) and finally, the Church of Saint-Louis-des-Français. A church for the French. Statues of Joan of Arc, and stuff. Once again, it was magnificent. We took the bus to go home and it took hours to understand how to buy a ticket.
Then I pushed Emilie to come to the gay bar with me, hee! I had told her one hour, nothing more, but there was this guy... He started looking at me so I stared at him and then some dumbass tried to flirt with him and then, HA-HA, a guy giving away electoral flyers (there was only one week left before the parliamentary elections!) disturbed them and I took advantage of it to get into the conversation. While speaking English. With Italians. And actually, Italians speak English, French, Spanish... oh la la! I spoke a lot with my target until the dumbass realises he'd better go home. Especially since that bitch already had a boyfriend (leave some for the others, for fuck's sake!).
My Italian guy's name was Antonio and we talked quite a lot. About him, his feelings for the elections ("I won't vote, this is a fascist country and I will not vote for the left if it's to let it do the work of the right!"), clichés about Italians ("Yes, I do have a strong relationship with my mother.") and stuff. It was nice having a conversation with local people. Meanwhile, Emilie met people in the toilets, American, English, Italian... We chatted with a guy called Brandon, who was American but... Parisian! And then it was 2am , the bar was closing down. Antonio and I exchanged numbers. I was gutted because I couldn't have kissed him and I would have liked to discover the Italian way :D
- 29 April 2008 at 11:05
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The second day, we woke up early to go to the Vatican. The museum there is huge and very nice but we didn't have much time so we did everything quickly. We stopped in the Capella Sistina, which is very beautiful but there's little light inside, it's saddish. However, I bought the poster, like a big tourist. There's also a surprising modern art gallery which contains paintings of the Christ by... Dali. He was so controversial about religion... We did the Basilica San Pietro, we went up to the dome and then upon the dome (don't do it, it takes ages to go through very tiny stairs and you become claustrophobic, just to have a sight of Rome you can have from any mount around.)
We kept going with the Piazza del Popolo, the Chiesa dellà Trinita dei Monti, the Quirinale (home of the President of the Italian Republic - nothing fancy), Square of the Four Fountains, Piazza della Repubblica, and loads of small churches in between. There are loads of churches in this town and they are all beautiful. We also went by the Fountain of Trevi. We ended the journey by going to a restaurant which was not in our guide but was very good and very friendly.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you how I flirted an Italian guy.
- 28 April 2008 at 11:10
- Diary
It happened more than three weeks ago but I'm gonna talk about it now :)
So, yeah, I went to Rome. And all I imagined about it IS RIGHT! The city is very beautiful, the food is good and the guys are hot!
The first day, wednesday 2nd, Emilie and I arrived very late in the evening, we settled at the hotel (we couldn't take a hostel because we booked very late - it was classy!), we had dinner at the restaurant (which wasn't very great) then we had ice cream (there are ice cream shops EVERYWHERE!) and we watched TV. TV there is as shitty as anywhere else. But they have a drag queen in their Pop Idol jury.
I received SO MANY complaints about my blog (like, three), and I already talked about it but I now make it official.
A brand new version is in gestation!
The blog is gonna change a lot. I stopped working on it for a few months but now I'm back at it, I don't want to see these yellow links ever again! Still, there is a lot of work. I must reformat all my previous posts! Ah, I LOVE SUFFERING!!!
This blog shoudln't have been called Gaganymede but Sisyphus!
Yeah, I know, for a guy who tells all of his sex stories on the web, talking about modesty is quite surprising, but the fact is I don't really "expose" myself on this blog. I talk little of my... er... feelings, for many reasons:
- First of all, because people involved can read this blog. If I unveil what I feel on it, it's over, I'm totally exposed!
- Then, the people involved may not want to be talked about on the web, and especially on my blog :)
- After, imagine I get carried away. Imagine I say strong, heavy stuff, and then, some time after, breakup. What I will have written will stay forever in the Google cache!
- Last but not least, the web is probably the worst place to talk about feelings.
And that's fucking frustrating!
If an ad for menthol lubricant was being made, I would have a great tagline:
IT SETS YOUR ARSE ON FIRE!
NB: I have not been sponsored to say this!
Lost Highway is a completely crazy movie. You have to watch it at least 10 times before understanding a tenth of the plot. But there's an absolutely great scene: the scene in the desert. I let you enjoy it:
The Easter weekend lasts 4 days here. And everybody's partying it hard. Thanos came down to London. We saw the Midnight Juggernauts and we went to the Ghetto with Ivan, we partied with my flatmates and we went to the cinema to see The Accidental Husband (so rubbish it hurts) and The orphanage (The same guy who made Pan's Labyrinth, very good). I had a very good weekend.
- 18 April 2008 at 10:00
- Diary
Emilie and I went to Oxford with her colleague Fabrice and his mates to visit. Nice city but quite boring. We ended up seeing a concert of young, shy but angry kids after walking under the rain for a long time. The journey hit rock bottom when one of the guys who were with us tried to punch a drunk girl because she threw water at him without probably meaning it. He then tried to justify himself to the staff with a very thick French accent, like he wanted to ashame the nation at the same time, while I was trying to contain him and telling him to go. What a cunt! However, the night was a great occasion for Emilie and I to shoot a hysterical video:
- 17 April 2008 at 10:00
- Diary
Latest 1st of March, Ada and I moved in together again! She found a house above a pub called "The Grand Union" in Camden Town that rented 18 rooms, just that. Ada pushed me to leave work early (although I arrived very late in the morning) but it was the good choice because we are now reunited and we live with, like, twenty other crazy people. It's party time every night at home :)
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